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shamanicshayminAIM and Semagic still doesn't work. Cruuuuuud. Well, at least I have the Net back.
So I wrote angsty GAWTH Poetry!11
"Hatred Swells"
the night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak, entwined are we.
the god for which you lust
flares once, then dies, crushed by your obsession.
all hope must surely perish.
your love is no more. how could you cause such hurt?
shadows surround us, crying, save us from ourselves.
"Phantom Pain"
Around, all around, the dark memories gather.
My dread grows as the angry hand of Heaven falls against my
naked soul. It smites me, and darkly my
essence drips to the thirsty earth.
In a strange and terrible glee I cry out, Why?!
while Death's shadow takes my unwilling hand.
Now alone, my cascade of tears falls upon bleeding eyes.
This is my salvation.
"A God that is Yours"
Slender beams of illumination enter this darkened
church as I kneel, always a slave, always
a slave, frozen here, waiting. Haloed forms
wrought in panes of glass loom as dust dances in the air, forming an image in my mind, penetrating not my secret
soul. Blood dawning on
a deathless face. I raise my head, now
submitting to this uncaring
Heaven.
"the blackest gift"
It is a night of dark desire, a song of dark desire,
Wolves vent their pain, The
eternal one stirs.
Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her brooding form,
eternal agony. Her
midnight hair cascades over translucent ivory
shoulders, and her full blood red lips part slightly,
to taste the red tears streaming from the pale flesh
beneath her. Now a night of ecstasy, I weep.
"what have you done"
what have you done to me? a miasmas of sickness
as emotions shudder. once we
drank of paradise, virginal
and untainted, but your thirst died.
a feverish pool of
blood - drops of blood
follow blood, follow darkness, love bled dry.
in a haze of hatred, i condemn you.
...Maybe I should write a poem entirely about shadows. *BRICK* And hey, the last poem, I wrote about blood as much I could. XD You can't have a Gawth poem without BLOOD! Waaaaaaangst~! XDD
In other words, Mom and I saw "Finding Neverland". I liked that movie. T-T Made me cry a little near the end, too. And we're gonna go bowling later. XD Damn this computer.
So I wrote angsty GAWTH Poetry!11
"Hatred Swells"
the night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak, entwined are we.
the god for which you lust
flares once, then dies, crushed by your obsession.
all hope must surely perish.
your love is no more. how could you cause such hurt?
shadows surround us, crying, save us from ourselves.
"Phantom Pain"
Around, all around, the dark memories gather.
My dread grows as the angry hand of Heaven falls against my
naked soul. It smites me, and darkly my
essence drips to the thirsty earth.
In a strange and terrible glee I cry out, Why?!
while Death's shadow takes my unwilling hand.
Now alone, my cascade of tears falls upon bleeding eyes.
This is my salvation.
"A God that is Yours"
Slender beams of illumination enter this darkened
church as I kneel, always a slave, always
a slave, frozen here, waiting. Haloed forms
wrought in panes of glass loom as dust dances in the air, forming an image in my mind, penetrating not my secret
soul. Blood dawning on
a deathless face. I raise my head, now
submitting to this uncaring
Heaven.
"the blackest gift"
It is a night of dark desire, a song of dark desire,
Wolves vent their pain, The
eternal one stirs.
Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her brooding form,
eternal agony. Her
midnight hair cascades over translucent ivory
shoulders, and her full blood red lips part slightly,
to taste the red tears streaming from the pale flesh
beneath her. Now a night of ecstasy, I weep.
"what have you done"
what have you done to me? a miasmas of sickness
as emotions shudder. once we
drank of paradise, virginal
and untainted, but your thirst died.
a feverish pool of
blood - drops of blood
follow blood, follow darkness, love bled dry.
in a haze of hatred, i condemn you.
...Maybe I should write a poem entirely about shadows. *BRICK* And hey, the last poem, I wrote about blood as much I could. XD You can't have a Gawth poem without BLOOD! Waaaaaaangst~! XDD
In other words, Mom and I saw "Finding Neverland". I liked that movie. T-T Made me cry a little near the end, too. And we're gonna go bowling later. XD Damn this computer.
